[Caz ad lib]
Yea baby
Once again it's the grandest of them all
Even your momma fall for Grand Master Caz
A.K.A. the reason why n***as know you
I'm in this spizzle with my dog P. Lee
We at it again
[Verse One]
You ain't no friend of mine
You ain't no kin of mine
What makes you think that I won't tell the people that you lying
You do it all the time
Can't cut or write a rhyme
You smoking hizzle by the twenties and you buying dimes
The shorty's so fine
But she ain't yours she mine
So step back
Get your a** in back of the line
There might have been a time
When you was in your prime
And had a fan or two
But that was back in seven-nine
I know you wanna shine
I see you trying to climb
You was until your a** was home the whole time
Now if you think I'm lying
Go 'head and press rewind
On your career and you will see
Ain't nothing to find
[Chorus]
You say you a pioneer
But you didn't invent nothing
Call you a lioneer cause you never meant nothing
When I was rocking Harlem World
You was on the block frontin'
You been hatin' for a long time
You got nothin'
You say you a pioneer
But nobody knows you
Just let you know the real
Don't think we won't expose you
People take our pictures and
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[Verse Two]
Damn homie
You ain't gone never gonna be the man homie
f** is wrong with you
I got a hip-hop vendetta
We ain't gonna talk about cheddar
When i step in the spot
They all on me like a sweater
Now I know you know better
I'm pitching a double header
Got two chicks at the bar
And you got one an they fatter
And she hungry
And she ain't no [?] Tonya Anneta
You need to leave her alone, son
And get it together
Be easy
Start some bullsh**
It won't be no battling
Don't need to take it to the street
Because your dad will win
The pack is in the club
And you'll get thrown out
So sit your monkey a** down 'for you get blown out
[Chorus]
[Verse Three]
Yo
I ain't no mobster
I ain't no gangster
I ain't no hit
Man, I'm just G.M.C
Yes, I'm an Icon
My f**in' mic on
And it's me you see on BET
I'm a cut your baby
Yea I made it easy
For you n***as to eat
Now your raps is cheesy
By any means, partner
I got fans to feed
Get in the way of that
You won't have no fam to feed
n***as sayin' they f**ing with the general
How?
You couldn't do that if you were standing up here now
What you know about hip-hop and icon status?
Not a mother f**ing thing
Ya'll n***as want it?
Get at us
[Chorus]
[Caz ad lib]